That's all there was to it, and it wasn't any more like fighting than--than feeding chickens is." She laughed dolefully.

"It seems to me rather more like it than that!" "Well, it wasn't." They had begun to walk on again, and Ramsey was aware that they had passed the "frat house," where his dinner was probably growing cold.

He was aware of this, but not sharply or insistently.

Curiously enough, he did not think about it.

He had begun to find something pleasant in the odd interview, and in walking beside a girl, even though the girl was Dora Yocum.